“Disappointing!” He hardly trusted his eyes. “How could you survive? I thought you were already dead.”
The girl who was standing facing him with arms on her thick waits and menacing eyes. “Why? You do curse me a lot?” She used her dirty mouth to challenge him. Her chocolate-colored hair was loose and puffy like a mad nymph. The scratches on her body were plenty but Belinda Carter still showed off her awful taste in fashion on a battlefield. He eyed her from head to toes, regardless of the white skinny t-shirt that was painted with black dirt and blood and the ripped Eiffel jeans, what the hell she thought when putting in that tiger-pattern jeans?
Alright, this was not the time to be a runaway mentor but he was confident that Alexis would stand on his side. Her fine browns would rope tog
